All language subtitles for Hawaii Five 0 - 2x09 - 999

One Bravo 142, in pursuit
of a possible Code 10 vehicle

heading westbound
on Bishop Street.

All units be advised,
One Bravo 142 is in pursuit.

Units to respond
in two or less.

Unit, per the Watch Commander,
do you have

a suspect description
for responding units?

That's negative. He took off
before we could approach.

As of now, we're still chasing
the taillights.

Suspect now inside
the shipyard.

I need containment
around the perimeter.

Responding units be advised
I am now on foot.

Responding units, the handling
unit is now on foot.

Any responding unit
not on the containment,

meet the handling unit
at the east gate

for a grid search assignment.

Spread out.
He has to be here somewhere.

Sarge!

Sarge, I got tire tracks!

He must have ditched the car
in one of these containers.

Let's get 'em open.

This is the car.

No sign of the driver.

Sarge, over here!

What you got?

Blood.

Open it.

Oh, my God.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x09 ♪
Ike Maka (Identity)
Original Air Date on November 14, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Have you ever
thought about investing in gold?

Are you a financial planner
with clients interested in gold?

Maybe you'd considered gold,

but the commissions
were just too high.

I'm convinced
the market's gonna crash.

With the U.S. dollar falling
and inflation rising,

I've already converted
considerable amounts

of my assets into gold.

I remember the '70s
when gold went through the roof.

Call the International Gold
and Silver Broker's Association

and receive the lowest pricing
anywhere.

Now is the time
to buy gold again.

Gold savings accounts,

gold investment accounts,
gold IRA accounts.

U.S. coins,
international coins...

I was watching that.

Through the blanket?

Oh, well, I was
listening anyway.

Yeah, I mean, because there's
nothing more soothing

than the sound
of somebody trying

to sell you gold coins, right?

You know, I need something

to block out the sound
of the ocean

'cause the waves keep crashing

over and over and
over again, Steven.

Some would say
it's a relaxing sound, Danny.

Yeah? Some people would.

And other people, like myself,
would say

it's Hawaiian water torture,
okay?

Two weeks now,
I can't take it anymore.

Okay, you know I don't mind
you crashing with me

till you find your own place,
right?

I appreciate that.

Okay, but I can't sleep
with the TV on.

I can't sleep with the TV off.

And we discussed that
before you moved in.

Yeah, we did.
I think I remember

that it's McGarrett
house rule number 32:

No TV after midnight.

I'm sorry the hotel didn't
working out for you.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa.

The hotel didn't "not work out,"
okay?

It became infested
with black mold.

There's a difference.
That's a sign from God.

But...

I have become accustomed
to doing things a certain way.

Yeah, I know, and your way,
your way is completely insane.

It's nuts. Who can take a shower
in under three minutes?

Have you ever heard
of a navy shower,

Danny? A navy shower?
No. Where do you think

I would have heard
of something like a navy shower?

I'm not in the navy.

Three minutes is a luxury
in a navy shower, Danny!

McGarrett.

On the way.

Put your pants on.

We're going to work.

Wow.

Who's the mummy?

How's it coming, Max?

Well, based
on my preliminary examination,

it appears that
the cause of death

was a single gunshot
wound to the chest.

There was
no exit wound,

so I will be able to
recover the bullet

and send it
to Ballistics.

No wallet was found
on the victim, though,

so I'm attempting to...

Oh, hello,
gentlemen.

How nice of you to arrive.

Max, you o... you okay,
something wrong?

As I was saying,
I'm attempting

to get his fingerprints,

but it seems that all
of his fingerprints

have been
sanded off,

so we will have to find
another way to identify him.

Interesting, 'cause

even when fingerprints
are sanded down,

you know, they grow back
in a few weeks,

so to keep 'em filed down
to that level takes

a lot of time and effort.

Maybe our killer didn't want
this guy identified.

Yeah, I mean, if he's sanding
down his fingerprints,

just imagine what he
did to our vic's face.

Somebody went
to a lot of trouble

to hide this guy's identity.

why?

Kono and I have been looking

into the muscle cars
found at the shipyard

to see if our vic's connected
to them somehow.

Let me guess-- they're
not headed to any dealership.

Nope, VIN plates

were popped off or filed down,
and the containers were tagged

to ship to China
and Japan.

Yeah, big market over there
for American muscle cars.

Yeah.

Victim may have pissed off
the car thieves.

Maybe, but why leave the body
in the trunk

of one of their stolen cars?

Maybe they were going
to dump the body

when the ship was at sea.

HPD has the cars.

We can head
over there.

Maybe we can collect
some evidence.

We find the car thieves,
we might find the killer.

Right now I'd settle
for an ID on our vic.

Max.

Max.

Max.

Ah, good to see
you, Agent Weston.

Good to see you, Max.

He's ignoring us.

Um,

you said on the phone you,
you got something for us?

Yes, I was able to recover
a nine-millimeter bullet

from our victim's
thoracic cavity

and send it over
to Ballistics.

Okay, were they, uh,
able to find a match?

Yeah, did they get a match,

Max?
Unfortunately,

the search for a match
proved unsuccessful.

However, I did
find something

very interesting
after I was able

to remove the
victim's bandages.

- Hmm.
- Please follow me.

Great.

Behold.

Note the sutures

under the eyes
and the chin.

Those would be consistent
with recent implantations.

What kind of implantations?

You mean plastic
surgery or...?

Recently, since the sutures
haven't been removed.

Judging by the onset
of rigor,

the work was probably done
around time of death.

Also note the numerous
surgical scars.

This man had work done
on his cheeks,

his nose,
and his brows.

His appearance
was severely altered.

Well, maybe it wasn't the killer

who didn't want
this guy identified.

Maybe it was the vic himself.

Right.

Great, so we have
no way to identify him?

That's not entirely true.

Any implant that goes
in a human body

is marked
with a serial number.

I can trace

that serial number back to
the clinic that purchased them

and then use
that information

to obtain an ID.

Of course, I'm still

in the middle
of a full investigation,

so once I know more,
I will let you know.

Great.

Thanks, Max.

Thanks, Max.

You're welcome,
Agent Weston.

Anything to help
a friend.

What did you
do to him?

I'm sorry, what,
what did I do? Why me?

Well, he's obviously
upset about something.

- Boys...
- Evidently you automatically assume it's me.

- That's ridiculous.
- Well, I-I know it wasn't me.

You offend more people
than I offend.

I don't think
that's true at all.

- Guys.
- Yes.

I'm gonna have to
give you a time-out.

Let's get out of here.

We got a murderer
to catch.

'69 Camaro Z28.

Ah, the thieves
had good taste.

Hey, didn't Uncle Keako
have one of these?

Mm-hmm.

Man, I loved that ride.

That rusted out old thing?

Mm-hmm.

I couldn't believe it when he
let me take it to the prom.

Okay, I do not want to hear
about your prom night.

Actually wasn't as glamorous
as you might think.

I, uh, I ran out of gas

and had to walk five
miles for a refill.

Smooth, cuz.

Find anything?

Nothing-- no prints,
no tool marks.

These guys were pros.
You?

Uh, yeah, come take a look.

Now, all the cars

match descriptions
of recently stolen vehicles,

except for the one
we found the victim in.

So you're thinking
it wasn't stolen?

I don't know, maybe the car
belonged to the vic.

That makes sense.

He could have gotten
jacked, fought back.

Only why leave the body?

Huh.

All right, what do we
have in terms of leads?

All right, well, one thing
these cars all have in common

is new parts.

Okay, so either
they've all been

recently restored...

Huge coincidence.
...or

the car thieves
had the work done

to make it harder
for us to track them.

But it could be a way
to track our killers.

Let's go find out
who pimped these rides.

- All right.
- Eh?

Howzit?

For you, pretty lady.

That'll be a hundred bucks.

$100 for an
air freshener?

No, no.

For your information.

What I pay, you pay.

And the air
freshener?

Threw that in for free.

Uh... thanks, I guess.

All right,
what you got?

Aren't you going
to hang that up?

Oh. Yeah.

Uh, thanks, Kamekona.

I always wanted an air freshener
that smells like...

Spam Musubi?

Yeah.

They call that fragrance line
Aromas of Hawaii.

I got Loco Moco for myself.

Mmm.

- Uh, brah...
- Oh, yeah.

The manager does not know

of any '69 Camaros
getting boosted,

but he know one bruddah
where you can get one.

This bruddah have a name?
Ken Nakoa.

Word is, all
you got to do

is get a shopping list
of the wheels you need,

few days later...

He delivers your groceries.

Not mine.

I wouldn't partake

in such a morally
questionable arrangement.

Others...

don't have my strength
of character.

Of course.

Make sure that Ken Nakoa
gets this ASAP.

"1966 Ford Mustang."

What's this?

It's our shopping list.

Shoots.

Thanks for the Spam.

It's Max.

Just be nice.

Hi, Max.

I was successfully able

to remove the implants
from the victim

and trace the serial numbers
back to a manufacturer.

All right.
That's really great.

Do they know
who the buyer was?

The manufacturer confirmed
they sent the implants

to Pukana la Clinic,
run by Dr. Thomas James.

He's known to do excellent work.

Uh, great.
That's great.

Excellent work.
Thank you very much.

Great work.

Say, Max, uh,

is it possible that
you're upset with us--

perhaps Danny--
for some reason?

Did he just hang up on us?

I think he did. Max?

Yeah.

Definitely something you did.

You know this
guy, Doc?

Yeah, his name was Ryan Jackson.

I did the work on him myself
about two days ago.

What happened?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

Right, so anything
you can tell us

would be a... be a great help.
- Of course.

Jackson wasn't
our normal patient.

I can tell you that.

Okay, well, in the world
of elective surgery,

what defines normal, Doc?

The amount of work,
for starters.

Normally, people come in here
for small jobs--

liposuction, Botox,
maybe a face-lift.

But not, uh...

not Jackson?
No.

Jackson came in
specifically asking

for complete
facial reconstruction.

I recommended rhinoplasty,
a brow lift,

insertion of cheek implants,
the works.

You didn't think
it was a little suspicious?

I mean, what if this guy
was a murderer,

child molester,
I don't know?

That's not my job.

That's not your job?

No, you just, uh,
cash the check.

Um, we're gonna need
to see his file,

uh, payment information,
if that's all right.

- No, of course.
- Great.

I mean, I can get you
the file, but

there's not gonna be
any payment information.

Jackson paid in cash.

I'm sorry. Cash?

It's not uncommon.

These procedures
are elective surgeries,

which aren't covered
by insurance.

Here's the file.

All right, thank you.

Look, anything else
you can remember

about Ryan Jackson?

Um, only that he left
in a hurry.

I wanted him to stay
overnight after the procedure,

but when I went to recovery
to check on him, he was gone.

Look at this.

Hmm.

There's something
about this address.

Numbers don't
look right.

What do you mean?

Yeah, it's just as I thought.

The numbers are too high.

This address right here--

it'd put us in the
middle of the ocean.

Well, that's not good.

Also, what, no photos? Pre-op,

post-op photos?
Normally, we take them,

but Jackson asked
that none be taken.

Claimed it was
a privacy issue.

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

Your Spidey-senses tingling?
What's going on?

Did Jackson fill out
his paperwork right here?

Yeah, of course.

All of our clients fill out
their intake information

here in the lobby.

Cosmetic dentistry?

So, there's something wrong
with my teeth?

Flip it over.

"Dr. Ryan Jackson, DDS."

Coincidence.

His name is also Ryan Jackson.

Our victim

didn't even use his real name.
- Pretty slick.

So who the hell
is this guy?

♪ ♪

You guys owe me big-time
for this.

For what,
a makeover?

You look hot.

Now go mingle.

And try not to trip.

In six-inch heels?

Not making any promises.

One foot in front
of the other, kid.

I still think

Kono would have looked
way hotter in this outfit.

Sorry, sistah.

I did my time undercover,
now it's on you.

Keep an eye out for Nakoa.

Yeah, this place
is a known hangout

for local muscle
car owners,

and it's right in the middle

of the neighborhood
where Nakoa works,

so, he should be by pretty soon.

Okay. Got it.

Hey, got him.

Headed my way.

Love to get a look
under the hood.

How often do you use that line?

Nice. Wouldn't
have thought

you were into whips
by looking at you.

Oh, there's a lot of stuff

I'm into that
might surprise you.

Oh, really?

Like...?

Like 350 horses.

That a 351 Windsor?

Uh-huh. Get you to 60
in under six seconds.

Phew! Moves fast.

I like to move fast.

Let's take her for a test ride,
see what she can do.

Yeah, okay.

Get in.

♪ ♪

She rides smooth.

Wait till you open her up.

Unlock the door!

Don't make me
ask you again.

Come on! Come on!

You-- out, now!

Not you. Drive.

I said, drive!

She bought it.

That's right.

Whoa, what's going on?

Everything locked up.

Hit the gas, man.

I'm trying.
I don't know what's going on.

What are we gonna do?

I can't get the door open!

The whole thing is stuck!

The engine's dead.

Oh, man,
it's the cops.

We got to get out of here, man!

It's a trap.

License and registration,
please.

The way we figure it,

you and your friends
tried your car grab scheme

on this guy, and it went bad.

All right,
then you stashed

the body in the trunk
of one of the cars you stole.

Look, I've never seen
King Tut before in my life.

You really expect us
to believe that?

I don't care what you believe.
It's the truth.

Doesn't care
what we believe.

How about this,
Nakoa, all right?

We saw the shopping list,
yeah? You steal cars.

You stole that car, there was
a dead guy in the trunk, so,

you talk to us, or you're going
to be talking to a cellmate

for the rest of your life.

You see how
this works?

I knew it was too good
to be true.

What are you talking about?

We saw that baby on
the side of Ala Moana,

keys still in the ignition,
pristine condition,

just begging to get taken.

The whole thing felt weird.

You're lying.

I swear on my kids.

We took it to the docks
and put it with the others.

Why didn't you check the trunk?

It was a rush job. Didn't even
get a chance to paint it.

Cleared out
the inside

and stashed it.

It's a classic.

Figured someone would be asking
for one eventually.

Find anything
inside the car?

Only thing I found was a duffel
bag on the passenger seat.

Where is the bag now?

Nakoa's story checks out.

TOD has our vic dead
before the car was stolen.

Well, at least we still got
Nakoa on grand theft auto.

- Right?
- Right.

What do you got, Kono?
Anything interesting?

Yeah, I got three shirts,
three pairs of shorts,

socks and three pairs of boxers.

All right.

Well, now
we know our victim

preferred boxers to briefs,
but still no ID.

That's not all.

I found this
in a side pocket.

It goes to room 235
of the Kalihi Motel.

I already reached out
to the manager,

and the renter's name
is Adam Raines.

Could be our victim's real name.

Yeah. Or our killer.

Good work.

Nice place.

Yeah. Wonder if it comes
with black mold.

Funny.

Too soon?

Little bit.
Okay.

Hey, hey.
No, it's okay.

We're Five-O.
We're Five-O.

It's okay.

What's your name?

Suzie Greene.

Where's Adam?

Adam Raines?
Yeah.

How do you know Adam?

He's my boyfriend.

Is he in some sort of trouble?

He was supposed
to be back by now.

Suzie, do you know
if Adam has had

any plastic surgery recently?

Yes. Why?

What?

Has something happened to Adam?

Yeah.

He loved that car.

Restored it himself;
that's how we met.

He started coming
into the shop,

I worked in the
pick up parts.

After we started
dating, he said

he used to return stuff
just as an excuse to see me.

How long were
you guys together?

A year and a half.

He moved in with me
about a year ago,

but...

we-we hadn't seen each other

much lately.

Why is that?

He worked on a cable ship...

laying underwater electric cable
across the Pacific.

He'd be gone a month,

home a week.

We tried to make it work
the best we could.

But then, uh...

What? Did something happen?

About a week ago, he...

called me,
left me this strange message.

Do you still have the message?
Can we hear it?

Thanks.

Suzie, it's me.

I... I made a big mistake.

We have to move
as soon as possible.

Someone out here...

I think my past
caught up with me.

I can't talk now.
I'll explain everything later.

Call me back.
I love you.

I-I called him back,

and, um...

he said he was getting
off the ship in a few days

and to meet him here.

When I saw him,
he was so scared.

He told me to stay put

and that he'd be back soon.

That was the last time
I saw him.

Do you have any idea

what he meant by his past
catching up with him?

I'd always assumed that
he had some sort of

trouble with the law,

but he never wanted
to talk about it,

so I learned not to ask.

You have to understand, Adam was
the gentlest man in the world.

So when he told me something
happened on the ship

and we had to go...

I said okay.

Okay.

Suzie, listen,
do you, uh...

do you have a photo of Adam,
what he looked like

before the... the surgery?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Can you... think
of any reason

or do you know why Adam
would have had plastic surgery?

No.

No, he just said he would look
different when he came back.

But he promised
to tell me everything

- as soon as we were safe.
- Okay,

and you were just gonna...
go with him, no questions asked?

If the person you loved
had to move

halfway across the world,
what would you do?

What do you think?

I think something
must have happened

on that cable ship
that set this guy off.

Let's go find out
what it was.

Gentlemen.

I'm Cory Sampson.

- Welcome to the Triumph.
- Thank you.

Not much I can

tell you about Adam Raines.

He only been working
here shy a year.

Quiet guy. Kept to himself.
Hard worker.

Could've made it a career
if he'd stuck around.

No complaints?
Never missed a shift

till he went on the
milk run this morning.

I assume, since you're here,
he's in some kind of trouble?

Adam Raines is dead, sir.

Sorry to hear that.

Though you don't seem
very surprised.

Ships like this,

hardly in port,
always at sea...

they've been known to attract
the occasional drifter.

Yeah, middle of nowhere,
good place to hide.

Not the type to file notice.

When one takes off, I just
assume they start running again.

All right, uh,
any mishaps on the rig recently,

perhaps one that would
have sent Adam running?

Incidents happen
all the time out here.

This isn't exactly
a cruise ship.

Also, maybe he got into a beef

with somebody who followed
him off the rig.

Anybody else not come
back this morning?

Everyone else is accounted for.

All right, listen, you got
a crew list or something

that would show us the people
that left the same time Adam did?

Sure thing.
List is in my office.

Adam left on shore
leave five days ago.

Huh, it looks like Billy Murphy
hopped on that chopper last minute.

- Who's Billy Murphy?
- Adam's roommate.

Punk from Boston, got
here a few weeks ago.

All right, we need
to talk with him.

- What's this?
- Well, it turns out

Adam Raines isn't
our vic's real name,

so I'm looking through
facial recognition to see

if I can get a match.

Any luck searching the house?

Place was cleaned out--
no pictures,

no personal items,
even the fridge was empty.

Mmm.

Our vic didn't want
to leave a trail.

Looks like we got a hit.

U.S. Marshals?

Identity's classified.

Who is this guy?

Give me a second.

Hey, Lori, what do you got?

Well, I just got off the phone

with a friend
at the U.S. Marshal's Office.

Our vic's name
was Jimmy Sheehan.

Who's Jimmy Sheehan?

Well, according to the marshals,

he's a proud member of the
Witness Protection Program.

Sheehan was an auto mechanic
from Boston,

and one of three witnesses

to a murder committed
by Mickey O'Hara.

Yeah. Also known as
"Lucky" Mickey O'Hara

of the Boston Irish Mob.

Head of the L Street Crew,
O'Hara was convicted

of killing a man
on Castle Island

in South Boston three years ago.

Turns out Sheehan's testimony
put O'Hara away,

and after the trial,
the three witnesses

were put into WitSec
and then moved to Arizona.

Okay, well, let me guess--
the Witness Protection

did not prove to be
very protective.

No. The other two men
were dead within a year.

After that,
Sheehan left the system

until he resurfaced here
under the name...

Adam Raines.

Good work, guys.

So, Sheehan and his roommate,
they're both from Boston.

Maybe Murphy was sent
out here to find Sheehan.

Could be a retaliation hit.

Apparently, Murphy packed
in a hurry.

How many ways
off this ship?

Only way off is
the way you came on.

That's Murphy.

Get up there!
Move!

Billy Murphy.

Back off, or I
cut his throat!

Calm down.

I just want to talk,
that's all.

I'm not talking
to anybody.

Now, back the hell up.

Okay, listen,

I'm not moving.

I just want to
talk to you.

Okay? Just have
a conversation.

- Let the guy go.
- Not gonna happen, brother.

Don't do anything
stupid, okay?

Right here, huh? Right here.

Hey!

How about now, brother,

can we talk now?

Let's go.

Okay, please.

Please, please,
please, trust me,

this is gonna be
a whole lot easier

if you just tell us
about Jimmy Sheehan.

Aren't we outside
your jurisdiction?

He's not the smartest guy,

is he?

Yeah, you're
right, Murphy,

these are international
waters, okay?

Which means we're bound
to the laws of the flag

that the ship flies,
which is what, Daniel, again?

Chinese.

Oh, yeah, it's Chinese.

Okay, that's good,
because that means

that out here we're not actually
members of law enforcement.

All right? Which also
means we're not bound

by silly little rules like,
I don't know, due process,

so that's fine
with me if

that's the way you want to go.
No, no,

that's not the way... please.
- Why not?

Nobody's around.
That's not the way.

Please trust me,
that's an ugly way.

We can help each other,
I believe.

- Help?
- Yes, help.

- How?
- I'll tell you how.

Uh, we, uh, checked
the satellite phone

on the ship.

We know that you made
some calls to the 617--

that's Boston, right?
- Yeah.

Well, I can only imagine you were
calling a loved one.

We can help you by letting them
know that you are now in custody

and that you are
fully cooperating

with the police.

It's ringing.

- I got it.
- No, no, no, no, wait, wait.

Wait, I'll talk. I'll talk!

I'll talk. Come on.

Man wants to talk.

All right,
then, talk.

Look, I never wanted

to start anything.

I owe 30 large to L Street.

Bad bets. I came out here
to hide, make some money,

you know, pay 'em off
before they found me.

All right. So then
you recognized Sheehan, huh?

Not right off.
It took me, like,

two weeks to figure it out,
but eventually.

I mean, it's not every day

someone takes down
Mickey O'Hara.

Everybody back home knows Jimmy.

Okay, so you
called back home

and what, you
arrange a visit?

I did what I had to do.

They said they were
sending out some guys.

I flew off to Oahu to meet them.

I told them

where to find Jimmy,

and they cleared my debt.

- That's it.
- All right,

you said "guys."

What guys?

John and Simon O'Toole.

Brothers, age 35 and 33.

Grew up in Southie.

Both of them joined the L Street
Crew before they were 18.

Suspected in over 12 murders
that the government knows about,

including the witnesses
from the O'Hara case.

They're widely considered
the top two

triggermen for
the Irish Mob in Boston.

These are the kind of guys
that would have no problem

putting a bullet
in Jimmy Sheehan's chest.

Got a hit back from TSA.

Looks like the O'Toole brothers
arrived on the island

the day before
Sheehan was killed.

Guys, I just pinged
the cell phone number

Murphy used to contact them.

They're at the Kalihi Motel.

That's where
Suzie's staying.

They're tying up
loose ends.

You're making this
so hard on yourself.

Just tell us what we
need to know, huh?

Where's Jimmy?

Aah!

Danny.

Freeze!

Drop your guns.

Don't take another step!

Got three seconds,
or I put a bullet in her.

Put the gun down.

One.

Put it down.
Two.

Three.

Face down, put your hands
behind your back.

They kept asking about a
man named Jimmy Sheehan.

They wanted to
know where he was.

I told them I didn't know,
but they didn't believe me.

Come on, we need
to get you to a safe place.

You hear that?

Yeah, I mean,
I'm not a rocket scientist,

but if the O'Tooles thought
that Jimmy Sheehan was alive,

it means that
they did not kill him.

Yeah, okay, so if they
didn't kill him, who did?

You do a lot of smiling
for a guy

who just saw
his brother get shot.

Simon knew the risks.

And I'm smiling

'cause you got nothing.

- We got nothing.
- Nothing except, uh,

kidnapping,
first-degree assault...

- Murder one.
- Murder one.

I have the best lawyer
in the world on speed dial.

He'll get it down to
a class B felony--

ten years max, I'll
be out in five.

You think so?

Know so.

Well, that is, of course,
if the girl makes it to trial.

I'm sorry, is that a threat?

Okay, all right,
wait a minute.

What about
the murder

of Jimmy Sheehan, huh?

I mean, ballistics
are going to come back

on the nine-millimeter.

It's going
to match your gun.

No, it won't, 'cause
I didn't kill him.

If you didn't
kill him,

what are you doing in Hawaii?

Don't say
vacation.

We know about the phone call.

Murphy couldn't keep
his mouth shut, huh?

All right,

so it's possible

me and Simon heard our old pal
Jimmy was here, and maybe

we came out to have a chat.

Murphy gave you his address?

And we figured we'd tail him
to a nice quiet spot

to have our conversation,

but we lost him
that afternoon.

We thought the trail was
dead till we realized

he rented a room in a motel.

And that's when we
stumbled onto the girl.

At what point
did you lose Jimmy?

Parking structure
on Ala Moana Boulevard.

We watched him pull in,
waited for hours.

He never came back out.

If Jimmy got popped, it
was in that building.

Thanks for the information.

Oh, keep smiling.

I almost forgot.

Uh, ballistics already
came back on your gun.

I told you I didn't kill him.

No, you didn't
kill him,

but the bullets matched
a bunch of other open murders,

you know, very specifically,
the two other witnesses

in the Mickey O'Hara case,
so you should call your lawyer--

that really brilliant lawyer
you were talking about--

maybe get your sentence
knocked down

to 50, 60 years,
something like that.

Enjoy federal prison.

It's really nice
this time of year.

See you.

So I got the
security footage

from the parking structure
where O'Toole lost Sheehan.

There's no video, but they
do have a stop-motion camera

that captures license plates.

Okay.

Sheehan arrives here, right?

But he never
leaves.

Oh, he left.

I mean, the car had
to come out.

Right, so I checked
out the structure.

Turns out that
there's another exit

on the far end
of the lot.

It's only for
monthly users.

Well, they got
security footage there?

No, but what it does
require is an ID card.

And that'll be the list
of people who have one.

Let's take a look.

One person swipes
his card three times.

That doesn't
make any sense.

Three times--
that's an odd number.

I mean, you come in,
you come out,

bang.
Unless

- you exit twice.
- That's right,

once in somebody
else's car

and then you double
back for your own.

So maybe our guy drives out
Sheehan's car

and then comes back for his.

Pull his ID.

I think we just found
our killer.

And our plastic surgeon.

Can I help you?

Wait, you can't go
back there.

Dr. James is about
to begin a procedure.

So he didn't die
from the gunshot?

No, no, he died on the table--

a complication
with the surgery.

Nobody said
anything?

The doctor was, um,

was doing the surgery,
uh, alone.

Yeah, Jimmy insisted that he
do it that way because he was

worried that his real identity
would get out.

When he died, the
doctor panicked.

Thought he was going
to lose his practice,

so he tried to cover it up.

Right, he put the body in
the trunk of Jimmy's car

and he left it
on the street.

Why shoot him?

Because he figured
if anybody found the body,

they'd just assume

that Jimmy's past
had caught up to him.

You know?

I just don't understand.

Why didn't he just
tell me everything?

Well, I think,

because he didn't want
anything to happen to you.

He was trying to protect you
and keep you safe.

I'm really sorry.

Okay.

You like that?

Yes, I do.

Now you can watch
all the TV you want.

This is, uh...
I'm touched, thank you.

Uh, but I do believe
that I found a place.

Really?

Yeah, nice little house

for rent right down
the street from you.

Forget about it.

Oh, right, rule number 56:

No coworkers living
on the same block.

Something like that,
yeah, just...

no, put it out of your mind.

Okay?

These are still
very nice.

Wow, they work good.

Can't hear you at all--
perfect.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, excuse me,
hey, hey, hey!

What the hell are you wearing?
I wholeheartedly approve.

I'm just curious,
that's all.

It's theme movie night at Max's.

- We're all invited.
- I-I wasn't invited.

I-I wasn't invited
either.

Oh, yes, you were.

See?

Max is
Doc@SpaceTrekkie?

Yeah, it's his personal e-mail.

It's a little
too personal.

- I thought it was spam.
- Me, too, I just, I...

I knew this was your fault.

See?
What are you talking about?

This is why he's been acting so crazy.
It's your fault.

How is it
my fault?

'Cause I'm not good
with the e-mails.

Max, we're sorry we didn't
respond to your invitation.

Lori.

Tell me about
it, stud.

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